Sunday, December 10, 2006

2006 Italy, Vatican City, San Marino Tour

3.26.06 Venice, Italy
I can't believe I'm really here. Mom and Dad paid for Mandi and I, and Danielle and Gilbert on this tour of Italy. We left the kids Miami, OK with grandparents yesterday morning and hopped a plane to Milan, and here we are!

Today was such a whirlwind I honestly couldn't even name what we saw. There was a castle and a cathedral in Milan, and statues everywhere. We even saw one of Napoleon's arches. (I guess there's more than one.) Evidence of DaVinci is ubiquitous right now, which I think is because they're trying to capitalize on the "DaVinci Code" movie coming out next month.

He was left-handed you know, just like me. Smart guy.

Anyway, we were too rushed to actually absorb anything, which is sad because there's just so much to see. Today's cathedral, for instance, has hundreds of years of history and art living in it. The very walls are alive with the text of a thousand (million?) lives, but we had half an hour to catch it all. Tragic!

Tomorrow should be slower. I hope so since it will be our only day here in Venice. (We're actually sleeping at a hotel just outside the city.) Ahh, Venice...

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3.27.06 Venice, Italy
Today we toured the city, and let me tell you, touring Venice in a day is like trying to drive to Hawaii, it cannot be done. We were in St. Mark's Cathedral [Basilica] for all of, maybe, five minutes. All you could do was see the architecture and mosaics, but even that was stunted because you have to be silent inside the building, so there's no one to explain what you're looking at. Theoretically, Mark's body lies in there somewhere, but if we walked by it, it wasn't evident to me. All you do is walk along a predetermined path through it, following ropes all the way, continuously walking until you exit. Five minutes in one of Christendom's greatest edifices. Shameful!

We did make good use of our afternoon free time though. We shared a gondola ride w/mom and dad, Gilbert and Danielle. It was nice, relaxing, and Mandi and I kissed under every bridge we passed. We also made time to wander and shop.
Shopping in Venice is an experience. Gucci, Prada, Armani, Versace, etc., all have stores here. Eddie Bauer and American Eagle do not. We saw a $1,900.00 purse, a $6,000.00 chess set, and hand-made blown glass baubles that would cost us more than our house payment. The best shopping for our meager budget was found on the north side of Rialto Bridge. There we found trinkets for

the kids and plenty of affordable souvenirs. Perhaps the funnest thing we did all day was feed the pigeons in the Piazza San Marco. There are many thousands of pigeons on the piazza and numerous vendors selling small bags of corn for a Euro. Once you have the corn pigeons are your best friends. They perch all over you and will literally fight for the right to eat out of your outstretched palm. Mandi and I and Danielle and Gilbert all tried it, and not one of us so much as got pooped on! I was reminded of how pigeons in Seville [Spain] and Charleston [South Carolina] also perched on Mandi, but much more freely. Perhaps Venetian pigeons are jaded, they wouldn't come to us until we offered real food.

Man, I'm so tired now that every time I blink I start to dream. Time for sleep. G'nite!

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3.28.06 On the road to Assisi, Italy

This is a beautiful country. Something I omitted yesterday was lunch. The rest of the tour went to a 13Euro restaurant and ate lasagne. Mandi and I, however, went off on our own to explore the city (and try to find something cheaper that 13Euro!) Winding through the narrow streets of Venice we found a Burger King! Only I don't think they sell burgers there. Peeking through the window it appeared that their value menus were all about pizza. Needless to say, we didn't come all the way here just to sample BK pizza, so we settled into a small cafe across the piazza (not the piazza S. Marco). Sitting there, enjoying a focaccia sandwich with my wife at a window table was one of the most pleasant experiences of my life. Something about it was deeply fulfilling. Intimate. Wonderful.

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Republic of San Marino Still the 28th

This whole country is elevated. Its mountainous and independent and has great views of everything around it. We didn't climb to the top, only to the Piazza Della Liberta, but its everything you want in a postcard.

Had lunch, bought a national soccer team jersey, got back on the bus. Oh yeah, sent a postcard home to myself as well...

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Assisi, Italy Still the 28th

The speed with which this tour proceeds is ridiculous. After 8 hours of bus travel we had maybe 3 hours in San Marino and Assisi combined.

Assisi is breathtaking, and we had 15 minutes to fly through St. Francis' basilica, which sits atop a hill overlooking a plain. Its almost a sacrilege to come so far for so short an opportunity to see something so special. And I have to say that it must be very hard for the clerics here to do their job when there are a thousand or more tourists wandering about the church each day.

A bright moment happened while speed shopping through stores along one of the streets in Assisi today. I found a store, Gallo Nero, that specializes in chess sets. They had the most amazing selection of pieces I've ever seen. Truly I wished for deeper pockets and more opportunity to play. If I could change one thing about my life, "Play more chess," would be on the short list of options to choose from. Another shopping bonus today was finding that San Marino has far less tax than Italy. I paid 40Euro for a soccer jersey I saw for 75Euro in Venice and Milan. Yay!

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3-29-06 Sorrento, Italy

I am full. Breaded veal w/steamed carrots, fried potatoes, pizza margherita and a cherry tart topped with an apricot glaze (and tea) will do that to you. There was more than just food to keep us all full today though.

We spent the afternoon in Pompei, saw a wood shop, a coral shop and did a bit of shopping in Sorrento as well. I must emphasize "shop" here because that's all we did, shop. There was no buying. We can't afford any of the good master works we see here, so all we do is admire the art.

In truth, most of the day was spent on the bus. 7 or 8 hours. Ouch. It was nice though to see Pompei at last. After a lifetime of magazine articles and History Channel specials, it was nice to actually view Vesuvius and wander through the ruins of the once thriving town. We took plenty of pictures. The sad fact of it all is that as impressive as its made out to be, the Italian government has the place pretty well screwed up at the moment. All of the best preserved ruins are blocked off and they let so many people though the site at one time that the tour guides literally have to jocky for position, haggling and negotiating for a place for their group to hear what they're saying and see what they're talking about. It's a madhouse! Still, seeing the plaster molds of the bodies they have left visible to the public is something else.

The highest point of the day though was when my dad mistook the woman standing next to him to be my mom. He put his arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze before he realized it wasn't his wife! She later remarked that she figured it was best to just let him finish as it seemed the right thing to do. Witnesses howled with laughter, including Mandi, who saw the whole event unfold, but I'm not sure Dad thought it was all that funny. Although he's been a good sport about the whole thing, I think its embarrassed him quite a bit.

Like everything else here, Sorrento is beautiful.

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3-30-06 Rome, Italy

Travelled this morning to the isle of Capri. Amazing. Italy is easily one of the most spectacular places I've ever seen. The Amalfi coast is stunning. Capri is gorgeous. The views over the entire island are worthy of a postcard. The terrain is so rugged that I'm amazed anyone lives there at all. We saw several restaurants there (and in Sorrento) where the dining patio sits literally on the edge of sheer vertical cliffs hundreds of feet in the air.

And we caught the weather just right. Our guide, Nello, explained that it had been one of the worst and longest winters on record there, but we caught a beautiful spring day. I even managed to get a slight sunburn sitting at a sidewalk cafe in the town square at the top of the island.

Nello was a good guide. Funny. He spends five months a year in Florida. He made us wear stickers with his name on them for the duration of the tour so, if we got lost, he could easily identify our bodies later. (Just kidding)

Lunch was simple; the usual sandwich and coke, but in the beauty of the square it was wonderful. We all just sat and ate and talked. Danielle and Gilbert drank cappuccino, which I understand is their new substitute for water. Apparently they both down 5-6 cups a day, even at home.
Tonight we walked over to the Forum and the Colosseum. They're well lit at night. Beautiful. The Forum didn't impress me nearly as much as the Colosseum. As amazing as it seems on t.v., it's even MORE impressive in person. How did they build it? It's enormous! I'm looking forward to the tour tomorrow.

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Rome, Italy 3-31-06

Before I forget; we saw, a couple of days ago, an ad for Drive Beer. It featured a cop and a race car driver sharing a brew. The slogan? Drink Drive. Hmmm...

Also, there ought to be a saying in Italy, "Better to die full and smiling than live with a diet."

As for the Vatican City, I was amazed and appalled; amazed by the opulence, the artistry and the history, but appalled by the Papal veneration. As good as St. Peter's basilica truly is, it was saddening to see how little Christ was glorified in comparison to the Papacy. The basilica is filled with statues and tombs and monuments of dead popes. Where is Christ?

Compare that to the Sistine Chapel with it's frescoes of the life of Jesus, His ancestors and the prophets. No statues of dead popes, no actual dead popes at all, no monuments. It is almost entirely centered on the Bible and Jesus Christ, as all good churches ought to be. We had only 20 minutes in the chapel itself, but I wish it had been hours. It is such a masterpiece that it absolutely enthralls you. The art is special in a way only someone as inspired as Michelangelo could manage.


We also saw the Colosseum and the Trevi fountain. (It was a rather full day, even for the tour.) The Colosseum was breathtaking. I had no idea that it took its name from the Colossus. I guess I'm just a little dense that way. It never occurred to me that the Colossus once stood in the same location. Closing one's eyes and picturing it in its original glory one can only surmise that it would easily surpass any modern equivalent. Like many works we have seen here, it is unfathomable to think that they could be restored to their original grandeur, the cost being simply too high. And that is also the reason that nothing new is being built that could compare with the old masterpieces. I mean, seriously, look at the Trevi fountain. Who could imagine the cost to design and build its equivalent today?! Its sad to think that art has fallen so far.

A final note: Mandi and I haven't seen the kids now for nearly a full week. It wears on us. We love them so much, its hard to be away so long. How do couples who get divorced deal with us? It would be like having someone slice open your heart every time they left your custody.

Lord, keep them safe. I pray the time would pass quickly until we are all united again, happy, healthy and whole once more.

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Florence, Italy 4-1-06
April Fool's Day

No joke, we're seriously in Michelangelo's favorite haunt. Tomorrow we'll go to the Galleria dell' Academia and see the David. Today, however, sure felt like a joke. First, I had to wait for six elevators to go by before I finally caught the seventh, which was going up, not down as I wanted. I almost missed breakfast completely. Later, I tried to buy a liter of water, but only found 1.5L bottles, then mistakenly bought the type that contains gas, soda water! Finally, I thought I'd take a chance on a wild boar meat sandwich at lunch in San Gimignano... Big mistake. It was awful on a level I have rarely experienced. Even dad thought it was bad, and he knows wild game. Who would have thought that I'd ever meet a piece of pork I didn't like? Oh well.

My dad today had his pocket picked at an open-air market a few blocks from our hotel here in Florence. The amazing thing is that my father, at 60 years old, chased the guy down and got his wallet back! Holy cow!

San Gimignano is amazing also. I know, I write that about every place we go here. Maybe I have a soft spot for medieval/renaissance towns, but it's true. San Gimignano is this tiny medieval town about an hour outside of Florence. It sits on top of a hill and is really the town that time forgot. There's an old well, stone, dead center in the middle of the town square, scored deeply y centuries of usage by the people. The square itself is framed all around by buildings dating back so far that there [are] only a few access streets to the square itself. Its like being in the bottom of a tall brick box, there are no alleys or back entrances- except perhaps through a shop. All you can see are medieval buildings that serve as homes and businesses for the people who live here. One has the impression that if you turned back the clock a millennium or so, there wouldn't be much difference. San Gimignano is beautiful, relaxed, inspiring. I wish we had more than 2 hours to enjoy it. I wish I hadn't ordered the wild boar at lunch in the square, but overall, it was one of those experiences you have that you just can't hardly believe are happening, even in the midst of it.

Our hotel here in Florence, the Hotel Albani, is NICE. We have a skylight in our room, and there is no closet, only a huge wardrobe I'd kill to have at home. Its in walking distance of Il Duomo as well. If we ever come back it will be to Venice, but if we ever wind up here in Florence again I'd love to stay here in the Albani. It's the only hotel on the trip I can say that about.

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Stresa, Italy 4.2.06

I can see Switzerland from here. Our hotel, the Hotel Speranza Au Lac, sits at the base of the Italian Alps, just north of Milan, and our room faces the mountains and overlooks the lake. I've seen the Andes, the Carpathians and every major mountain chain in North America (really!), but the view outside our window this morning, the sun rising over Lago Maggiore and the Italian Alps, tops them all. I am in love, or at least infatuated. I want to come back and hike here, and in Switzerland. It took us 5 hours to bus here from Florence, "Firenze," but it was worth it if we ever return.

Florence itself was a letdown. I say that not because the city wasn't beautiful, but because there is far too much to see in the few hours we had to visit. Ponto Vecchio, Il Duomo, Galleria dell' Accademia, the Ufizzi... we saw only a fraction of any of it. Sad really.

The highlight of it all though, and one of the true highlights of the trip overall, was seeing Michelangelo's David in the Accademia. If I never see another pieve of art, I am satisfied. I have seen the Mona Lisa and the Venus in the L'Ouvre, I've toured the Prado and the Reina Sofia in Madrid, I've been inside castles and cathedrals all over Europe, I've even been to Petra, and David trumps them all. He seems alive, and very much reaches into your soul. It never occurred to me that a churck of simple rock could grab you like that, but David is riveting. The detail is incredible, but the emotion, the power of the piece, is just overwhelming. I could stare for hours and not get bored. Bravo, Michelangelo, bravo!

Lunch was again at a sidewalk cafe in the city square overlooking magnificent sculptures and architecture centuries older than the entire U.S.A. Wonderful! To sit there looking at cobblestones that felt the likes of Michelangelo, Da Vinci, the Medicis... Wonderful. And the weather was perfect as well. Warm and sunny, as it was all week. (It sprinkled one evening, and was cool enough for a windbreaker in Venice, but perfect all the same.)

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Somewhere over the Atlantic 4-3-06

We're going home now. My heart is saddened to know that it will be weeks (months?) before I see mom and dad, Danielle and Gilbert again. The trip was nice, a good introduction to Italy, if a bit of a whirlwind. Looking backon the past week and all that we saw, I am stunned. The breathtaking vistas, the medieval town squares, the highways and walkways and canals... Italy is a special place.

Still, in spite of the pain of leaving such a beautiful place and the joy of family, there is the blessing of returning to our childen. Nate, Alyssa and Anna are waiting for our return and I long to see them again.

Earlier in this flight they showed the film Cheaper By the Dozen 2, in which a zealous father struggles to come to terms with his children growing up- and away. It was all I could do to wipe away the tears of heartache watching him deal with one of his girls going on her first date. [As I type these notes out two years later, I am still totally unprepared for my own daughters to grow up. They will always be my baby girls.]

The movie is a comedy, but the thought of seeing Alyssa growing into that just hurts inside. She's six now, and in a few more years I'll have to deal with her dating. I'm SO not ready. She's my little girl, now and always. The idea of her reaching out to anyone not mommy or daddy for affection tears me apart. I love her too much to let go... She's growing so fast!

And about 2 seconds later there'll be Anna. I think she's growing up faster than Aly. They're just babies, and I wish I could keep it that way.

Lucky for me, there's Nate. My boy. My son. Of whom I have nothing but pride and love for. Whereas Anna and Alyssa will be forbidden to date until I'm dead, Nate could start now. Why is that I wonder? Why am I not afraid to lose him as I am the girls? Why this double standard? I don't know. Boys and girls are different. I only hope they understand. I will give them all I can as a father. Nothing else will do.

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Atlanta, GA 4-4-06

I pray, Lord, that you would curse Delta Airlines. Repay them ten-fold the frustration, stress and inconvenience they have caused us and countless others this day. Bring swiftly upon them the reckoning their foolishness, ineptitude and apathy has earned...

We've been traveling now for about 28 hours. Delta added a leg to our itinerary, Baltimore. Then they cancelled our flight out of Baltimore, reinstated it, then cancelled our next leg out of Atlanta. So we were issued travel vouchers for a hotel, only, by the time they finished rebooking us, the vouchers were invalid. Of course we didn't find that out until we'd cleared security and couldn't get back into the airport terminal to sleep somewhere "comfortable" like a carpeted floor. So, we scrambled some more and wound up paying $50- out of pocket for a room at the Motel 6. With luck, we'll be in Tulsa only 16 hours behind schedule.

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I learned on the same day that I prayed tha curse that Delta's pilot union went on strike shortly thereafter (hours, in fact). Yay God. Also, they stranded the rest of our family in Salt Lake City. So we all got the shaft. What really rubs salt in it all is that we were offered $1,000 each to get bumped back a day coming out of Milan. Why?! Next time, I'm taking the money.

Oh yeah, the final itinerary:
Delta Air from Milan to New York
Delta Air from New York to Baltimore
Delta Air from Baltimore to Atlanta
Continental Air from Baltimore to Houston
Continental Air from Houston to Tulsa

And you wouldn't believe this if it weren't true, but Delta, after having transferred us to Continental at 1am on Tuesday morning, fought with me for 30 minutes at 10am when we showed up at their counter to check in for the flight. Even though they knew we were already transferred, they tried to refuse us the documentation we needed to get cleared at Continental. Bastards! May Delta go bankrupt forever!

Saturday, December 09, 2006

2005 Turkey 'Camel Training' Conference

12-07-05 Amsterdam, The Netherlands
So much to write, so little space…

I have suffered a great loss. While riding the train from Centraal Station to Schiphol (the airport) in Amsterdam I had my entire backpack stolen. I was exhausted from the flight over, which is unusual because I usually handle jet-lag well, and I fell asleep for a moment- maybe 5 minutes, tops- and some quick-minded nimble-fingered thief stole my bag from between my feet. The irony is that the last paragraph of my now stolen travel journal was a meditation on how dangerous my situation- alone in unfamiliar Europe- really was. (Excuse my dangling participle.)

Inside the bag was my passport, $400 USD, my new Bible, my travel journal and other assorted junk. The thing that hurt the most was losing the journal. Most embarrassing was the passport. So yesterday afternoon was painful. I spent the balance of the afternoon/evening dealing with the Amsterdam police, the airline, the train company and making arrangements to sleep. Oh yes, the credit card company put a hold on my Visa too. (Although they did it to protect me, they wound up making matters worse; I still can’t use the card to call back home.)

So today I spent the morning dealing with the U.S. Consulate, the airline, the credit card company, etc, until I finally had my ducks in a row. The Consulate issued me an emergency passport and the airline waived all fees and put me on the same flight I missed yesterday. Of course, now I’m sitting on the plane and its 10 minutes past departure time and we still haven’t moved.

Meanwhile, this trip is gonna cost me a fortune! Apparently there’s no such thing as ‘reasonably priced’ in the Netherlands, only ‘overpriced’ and ‘outright expensive.’

As far as- Holy Turkey! First, we’re not moving because the crew mis-timed loading the plane. Now some idiot, yes, IDIOT, refuses to store his carry-ons under the seat and is, therefore, blocking an exit row! This is killing me.- Anyway, as far as Amsterdam is concerned, its pretty much the nicest architectural city I’ve ever been in. Also, the shopping is excellent, although you have to look past the whole sex/drug culture they’ve created here. Porn is visible all over downtown and in any newsstand, and drugs are readily available at the many head shops around town. One restaurant, right in the shopping district, features scantily clad- we’re talking g-strings here- waitresses ready to show you to your table. (What they do after that, I don’t know.) I think it was called ‘Teasers’, but I’m not sure.

One thing I found helpful here is the fact that English is universally spoken as the second language. In fact, that’s probably the #1 reason I got into this mess in the 1st place! If I’d been routed through Berlin or Paris I probably would have just stayed in the airport regardless of how many hours the layover was, but Amsterdam? Been there, done that, easy. Berlin I don’t know (likewise most of Europe), Paris, well, they’re French, but nine hours in Amsterdam? It was just too tempting. And now I’m out around a thousand bucks. I’m gonna miss that journal…

Of course, the question must be asked, why?! Why have I had to go through all this?

Aside: A couple of quick observations: 1) True stereotype or peroxide paradise, there are a lot more blondes in the Netherlands than anywhere else I’ve been. 2) With all my travel troubles of the last day, at least I’m not the guy across the aisle: a young (is she even 18?) very blond flight attendant just poured an entire cup of Sprite in his lap. 3) The meal on this light is a) Eastern, which is nice, b) accompanied by the smallest silverware I’ve ever seen. Seriously, it is not an exaggeration to say that Alyssa has bigger silverware for her dolls to eat with. Excuse another dangling participle. 4) The Turks on this flight have almost drained the entire supply of alcoholic beverages. Amazing. (Muslim indeed!)

Back to ‘Why?’ I mean, I’ve thought about it and I really don’t have a good answer. To humble me? That’s my first guess, and if that’s all it takes to do the job, then PRAISE GOD! I can think of much more damaging punishments. Enemy interference? Certainly a possibility. The nature of this trip can’t easily be ignored by the ruler of the air. I am confident that the training and networking that will take place this week will make a deep impact on the stronghold of Islam. A personal test? Perhaps, but to what avail? Although I have been disheartened and lost my temper (a perpetual failing for me), I haven’t failed anywhere new, and although I won’t call it a victory for my temper, I’ve been much worse for far less. A combination of all three? None of the above? Only the Lord knows for certain. What matters most to me now is that although I’m a day late and a grand short, all is still well with the world.
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December 8, 2005 Istanbul, Turkey
My first full day in Istanbul has been a busy one. Aside from lectures on evangelism to Muslims, I also had the chance, and took it, to see the city a bit. All I caught in today's tour was the Hagia Sophia and the Chora monastery. The Hagia Sophia (Ayasophia) is a tragedy in full progress. Built and rebuilt, it was once a spectacle to behold. Now however, it is ugly and in disrepair. Between its conversion to a mosque and earthquakes (common to the region), there has been so much damage that it really looks pathetic. How could such a pivotal Christian historical structure fall so far? The Chora had much better mosaics and no visible Islamic influence other than the minaret that was added at the time of its conversion to a mosque.

Another cultural experience I had was drinking my first, and hopefully only, cup of Turkish coffee. It was at a carpet store like the one I visited in Tangiers when I was with Mandi and mom and dad. It was bitter and muddy, but now I can say I've "been there, done that."There's more to write, but its 11:30 and I am dog tired. Good night.
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December 9, 2005 Istanbul, Turkey
Turkey may be the only country in the world that sits on 2 continents. Northern Turkey sits in Europe and Southern Turkey lies in Asia. In fact the dividing line is the Bosphorus Strait, which also bisects Istanbul. So, although I didn't actually leave the city today, I did manage to leave Europe for a couple of hours.

After more [E training] today a group of us went to the south side of the city to try to apply some of our new skilz at a popular street for students to hang out at. [Omission here to protect the integrity of the method and security of those using it.]

Our time on the street was interesting, but unproductive. Without translators we failed almost completely to connect w/people on the street. Also, it was very cold today, so no one wanted to hang out. Everyone I saw was bundled up and moving briskly toward warmth, wherever that might be.

One interesting aspect of Istanbul is the night life. We ate dinner at 7PM, then stepped out onto the most crowded street I can remember ever being on. There were throngs of people walking and shopping and generally having a good time. Literally thousands of people choking a three lane thoroughfare.

Although I'm enjoying this country, without translators I'd have a hard time getting excited about bringing students back here. The language barrier is annoying to say the least. Still, I stood today on a street corner overlooking a plaza filled with people and as I watched everyone scurry about the mundane business of life I imagined everyone as dark or light based on their spiritual condition, trying to see them as Jesus might. And it was sobering to realize that if salvation was the requirement to give off light, I was looking at a mass of completely dark humanity. In all probability, mine was the only light shining in that dark place. These people need Jesus, and we need to help them understand that.

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December 10, 2005 Istanbul, Turkey
I am so tired! [I often repeat that. Jet lag.] We're up early and late and who can rest when you only have a week to see one of the world's most historically significant cities!?

Today we finished our [E training] and spent the afternoon shopping. We went to the spice market and the Grand Bazaar. Frankly, I wasn't impressed. [In hindsight, I was full of crappola when I wrote that. They were amazing places.] The prices were high and the selection wasn't that great, but I did manage to cover Mandi's Christmas and gifts for everyone back home. Perhaps the best souvenir I've found here is an apple tea that tastes almost like cider. They serve it in shops if you stay longer than a few minutes.

I also have to say that it was disappointing not to be able to use my new training in [brief omission]. About a quarter of our group went out today with people they met while sharing around town earlier in the week. I, naturally, was in the other 75%. That delay in Amsterdam really colored the whole week. In fact, training has been bittersweet. Bitter because I cam with an expectation of being able to actually use our training here. Sweet because we did get to network with other missionaries and were able to see at least a little bit of this amazing city. Still, I don't plan on coming back.

Where I am excited to go is Jordan. Now that I have the [E training] I really feel like it would be useful to bring a team to Amman. Tomorrow is Ephesus.

I need to sleep.

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December 12, 2005 Istanbul, Turkey
On the plane to go home... finally. Ephesus was brilliant. I imagine that in the time of Paul it was more beautiful than any modern city in the world today. Simpler, but more attractive. The Agora, the Celcus library, the stadium, the fountains and statues and temples... All were designed to be aesthetic first. Function followed form, and it was good.

The stadium where Paul stood before the crowd and was caught in a mob seated 24 thousand people. Walking through the ruins you can only wish that the whole city was still alive. It was a vibrant place with marble and granite streets, statues and frescoes everywhere, fountains all over and a busy harbor in plain view.

Now it is a ruin. Of the 127 columns that surrounded the Temple of Artemis, one of the 7 wonders of the Ancient World, one remains. The bay silted in to the point that the sea is now 2.5 miles away. The two rivers that fed the city are gone. All that's left is a museum.

Food. I'll say this about Turkish food: Mmmm... The food has been good. Other than breakfast at the hotel I never ate the same meal twice. True, there have been a few major letdowns, but overall I'd be okay here. They eat a lot of chicken and lamb, and of course there's the Turkish Delight. Mmm. Turkish Delight... I bit into one sample and it was as if the scent of a rose somehow alit in my mouth, which was good. One thing though; make sure you get it with nuts- pistachios if possible. About the only other dish I can actually name is Pide. Pide is like pizza without the sauce, only better. It comes in the shape of a sub-sandwich, but its flat. They put meat and/or cheese in the middle, then fold the edges inward just a bit. Greasy, but very good.

Joe. Another surprise on this trip was the opportunity to spend time w/Joe Rust. Joe was one of my predecessors at the Indiana University Baptist Collegiate Ministry. He had a miserable experience there and was apparently fired. No one knew what happened to him until now: he's the BCM Director for UCLA now.


It was hard to get a handle on Joe. He's single, well over 50, and somewhat cynical. I'm not sure I heard one positive comment from him the entire time we've been here. I'm hoping he'll have some materials for me to archive for the IUBCM.

Jordan. One potential upside of this week may be a return trip to Jordan. As useless as I felt after the first trip there, I have been hesitant to return. Now however, I feel useful again. I really believe the CM will work, and I think that will give us the ability to productively engage the Musilm culture. That excites me. I am drawn to it. Maybe over Christmas break next year? Who knows? I don't, but I look forward to engaging Islam in a struggle it must inevitably lose, and especially now that I have a practical way to do so.
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Still the 12th, now in Minneapolis, MN. with an 8 hour layover.

Its nice to be back in America. I've come to realize over the past few days since my bag was stolen that there is a great strain that accompanies overseas travel which take the form of wariness and leads to great weariness. What I mean by that is that here in the U.S., at home, so to speak, I am comfortable, relaxed, confident and unconcerned about my well-being or personal security, because of the perfect cultural awareness that comes from simply being an American, from spending a lifetime in America.Abroad, that comfort is stolen. I don't mean it is ripped away, although, as in the instance of my Amsterdam experience, that can happen. What I mean is that as one is removed from one's native cultural habitat, one is left invariably exposed, like a fish out of water. Of course you can survive and enjoy the travel experience- I still love it- but there is a part of your psyche that must remain ever vigilant in a way that it doesn't when at home. For example, you can go to a restaurant in Istanbul, have great fellowship, enjoy the ambience of the place, the quality of the service and the excellence of the food, but deep down you don't totally relax. Ordering is a little harder since you don't speak the language. You wonder about pickpockets, and whether the waiter bring you what you want, or pad the bill... Are you being taken advantage of?! That is the question at the heart of it, and that's why it feels so good to be back in my home country, among the familiar, relaxed.

And one final note- from a book I've been reading on Wm. Wilberforce, the great English MP. I have often said that I feel blessed beyond all I could possibly ever deserve, but Wilberforce captured it best,

"Surely the universal kindness which I experience is to be regarded as asingular
instance of the goodness of the Almighty. Indeed, no one has somuch cause to
adopt the declaration that goodness and mercy have followed me all my days."
As I consider my life, my family, my work, my experience with God the Father Almighty, I must, am obligated really, to repeat such a grand sentiment. Who is blessed more than I. Such a man I've yet to meet.

2005 New Orleans Mission Trip

The notes from this trip to New Orleans to provide disaster relief from Hurrican Katrina were stolen from me in Amsterdam. It hurts, but what can I do? I don't mind that my backpack was taken, or the $400 cash, or other items, but there was a notebook, a journal which loss I feel deeply. There were over 30 pages of notes on this trip alone, memories, stolen from me. That is a loss that will indeed haunt me for years to come. Rest assured that the next time I travel abroad I will be vigilante... I mean, vigilant, lest someone get hurt attempting to relieve me of my valuables.